City of Orussus, The Red Dragon Inn X

[Providence]

Heaving her backpack onto the floor of inn, a travel-worn young woman breathes a sigh of relief. She dabs the sweat off of her forehead with the back of her palm and, for a moment, debates whether or not she should stay. The inn is crowded, and with adventurers no less, yet it is quiet enough, and a meal would do her some good.

She wipes her hands on her woolen breeches, kisses a wooden pendant dangling from her neck, inhales deeply, and takes up her backpack once again. After winding past all of the tables, she stands at the bar, sets her pack on a stool, and closes her eyes, imagining every craving that comes into her mind until the perfect meal materializes.

"Barkeep, I'll have a glass of water, some rye bread, and nice glass of warm, flat ale." Then, remembering her manners, "My name is Eadhild, by the way."

 

[Richard Rawen]

Walking into the Inn on unsteady legs comes a young human man armored in a nicely shined breastplate (though it has seem some use) and serviceable chain and leathers. The man has a wide assortment of weapons about his person leaving no doubt of his trade.
"Richard, fighter" he says absentmindedly to the gathered crowd and walks over to the bar. Though he does not stumble it is clearly with an effort. Leaning on the bar next to Rinya and Rowan, the young warrior tries to catch his companions eye's. Finally he speaks in a low tone which does not carry beyond their small gathering.
[sblock=Rinya, Rowan]"Uh, guys, I drank too much." The matter-of-fact seriousness takes the humor out of his obvious statement, and when he continues you see a pained look on his face. "I promised that dwarf I would buy a sword from him and I forgot that I had went and spent the money on healing for when we go out next time." The young warrior speeds up, though he is concentrating on keeping his voice low and clear, "If I could just maybe sell one of these potions each to you guys, I could at least cover the expenses of the materials he already bought. I paid 50 a piece, but I'd take less than that, so long as I have around 82 gold for him..." His reddened eyes look from one to the other, waiting for a response.[/sblock]

 

[Heckler]

[sblock=Richard, Rowan]"You shouldn't drink so much of the dwarven stuff, Richard, it clouds your judgement. Now, luckily for you I meant to buy some potions when I went shopping earlier, but I forgot. I can afford to buy one off of you at regular price and it saves me a trip to the temple," Rinya says as she counts out the 50 coins for Richard.

"Oh, you might be able to sell a couple more if you let the rest of the bar in on this," she adds as an afterthought.[/sblock]

 

[Manzanita]

"Oh. No problem. Can't have too many of those, eh?" Rowan is happy to buy one.

 

[Richard Rawen]

[sblock=Rinya, Rowan]Richard is sheepish at the reprimand given by Rinya, yet he makes no arguement. He thankfully takes the offered coins, giving over a potion of Cure Light Wounds to each of his companions.
"Thank you both, this will take a load off of my conscience. I never got... I have never been so drunk in my life... those Dwarves take their drinking seriously!"
OOC: Rowan, how much gold are you giving Richard please?[/sblock]
Richard stands at the bar, digging around in his pack and talking with his friends.
"Another kafe please Joe." Turning to look around at the large crowd the young fighter raises an eyebrow. "Quite a crowd... I wonder if anything will come along soon... I need to earn a few more coin to buy that sword from Tarag. Hopefully whatever we find has nothing to do with that prophecy... or the Dragon.
Well, off to settle at least the materials, I may be working with him for a day... if he doesn't toss me on my ear."

Finishing his kafe, Richard heads out of the tavern with a purpose in his stride.

 

[hero4hire]

Payne shakes her head at the mentioning of Zurd, sighing heavily before she brought her drink to her lips. She remained quiet for some time, contemplating the question posed by Lokin. Running her tongue over her teeth, the rogue nodded then responded. ``I've no problem with that. Of course.. we'll have to find some poor souls to work with us. Heh.``

Kol surveyed the bar silently for awhile.
"Well if a job does come in there will be quite a clamor from the competition. We very well may be here for awhile."

 

[Phoenix8008]

Kol surveyed the bar silently for awhile.
"Well if a job does come in there will be quite a clamor from the competition. We very well may be here for awhile."

"Indeed." replied Saithnar from his nearby barstool. "Some of us have been here a good long time already. But you are right that the competition for such a job shall be fierce. At least that seems to be what everyone is thinking about..." the red headed man mutters the last mostly to himself.

 

[WarlockLord]

"Indeed," says Abdul. "The competition will be fierce.

OOC: Do any DMs yet live?

 

[Rae ArdGaoth]

I know Rystil Arden and I (and I think at least one other person, too?) have more than one adventure coming up, and I believe Patlin also has one planned. Rystil Arden's been traveling a lot, but I think we'll be ready to begin soon. Just a little longer, a couple weeks at the most I think. Hang in there.

 

[hero4hire]

Kol finishes another frothy mug and nods to the agreements from the other patrons.

"Payne, Lokin and I stand together as the core of a battle-proven group. We need a healer, and yes....perhaps even a spell-slinger. But know this....ONE stray spell will not be appreciated!"